If you still don't know what yaoi/slash means, I don't know how you've ended here – and you should probably click the back button. Thank you. ^^;
Disclaimer: I don't own Galactic Football or its characters.
I didn't intend to continue this, but the reviews were amusing. I'm still doing this mainly for entertainment, but do note that this is a Than/Ahito centric chapter, and if there ever is another one, it'll probably go in that direction too. Not because I'm sick and want to see twins doing that in real life (ew, I have a brother, too X_X) but because I'm trying to see how far their characters will let me go. So constructive criticism is very welcome.
Also, I digress who of them is the older twin. I took my bets on Ahito because that would somehow level them out on equality. But maybe that's just me. EDIT: Fixed! Thran is the older. xD I suck, I need to watch season 2... *headesk* thank you, Izzy! ^^
I think this is fine with a T rating O_O There's kissing and vague mentions of other excitements but nothing much else. Please tell me if you think I need to change it to M. I'm not entirely sure with the 'new' rating system... _
Thank you for reading. I won't delay you any longer, promised.
Of Firsts and Fourths
#2 – To Think or Not to Think
~ Kitsu
April Fool's was whole two weeks ago. And Thran was not thinking about it.
Rocket had been bitter about it for the following two days, of course. He'd act stern, order them around… and then glare when he caught them stiffing giggles behind his back because they knew. Tia would be the calmest of them all, the embodiment of innocence perpetrating through her every pore giving them all a rooting; it was a joke. Period.
It took Rocket three days to melt into his usual self, but he eventually had. Ruffled Ahito's hair even and called them all sneaky weasels.
And, Thran had stopped thinking about it, too. Or so he thought.
"-ran...? Thran!"
Head snapping up, the older twin found himself staring owlishly down into the scowling face of one curious-looking Micro-Ice. Despite being lots shorter, the mischievous kid reached up to pat him on the shoulder patronizingly. "Hey, are you feeling okay?" he was prying, "You're looking an awful lot out of it lately, you know~"
Out of what, Thran wanted to ask, but it would have been a rhetoric question. Both because Micro-Ice couldn't possibly read what had been going through his mind… and because he himself could. And wished he didn't. "I'm alright, thank you," he smiled a little stiffly, before hiding that fake upturn of lips into the sweaty yellow top as he pulled it off. When it was gone, so was the smile. But he pretended to be busy with his shorts instead.
Micro-Ice did not really seem to buy it. The boy was all too chatty for Thran's standards most of the time. "Did you and Ahito fight?" he was asking, eyebrows creating that light crease of worry just above the bridge of his nose. "You were looking at him really seriously just now…" he ventured, turning slightly to look over to the stall door that the younger twin had just disappeared through mere moments ago, missing the flinch Thran gave.
No, he was not thinking about it. Not. Never. He just… remembered, was all. Remembered things he really shouldn't have. But not thinking. Because thinking was voluntary, remembrance was an imposed feat. None of which were really of any help, he believed. "No, we're fine," he assured, smiled, lied – blatantly lied. "Now go shower, too, you stink," he concluded cheerily, earning himself a playfully-offended punch in the shoulder.
When he entered in the stall, he could hear Micro-Ice clatter about practice, about D'Jok cashing in more scores than him, about Mai, about nothing and everything at once. But from the stall beside his, he could not realize Thran was hardly following. Hard. And soon flowing, too, guiltily.
It wasn't the first time he'd done it. Ever since the joke played on Rocket, Thran would get these flashes of Ahito, all over him. True, it had been pretending back then. It just had to look real. Ahito's hand was nowhere past his waistband under the covers, but he had moved it as though stroking, the fingers of his other hand digging in mercilessly into his twin's thigh.
It had been breath-taking. Thran wasn't sure he had ever seen his brother so wide awake and aware. His shoulders were so taut and he was holding onto him like he meant it. He even buckled against him, nibbling at his ear… and it was so easy. Thran had just wrapped his arms around him and gasped, swallowed, moaned his name. It was all for a joke. All for a laugh.
But it looked like the joke was on him. Them.
He walked into the room, toweling off his shorter deep blue hair and simply knew his brother would be laid on his bed, sleeping. Dinner wasn't due another hour, and the practice had been tiring, too. He, too, actually wanted to lay down a little…
His towel hung over his head like a cape, only almond onyx eyes watching under the cover of white. They watched the curve of the naked chest upon the pale-blue lining, accenting and dissolving rhythmically with a crescendo and diminuendo of taut abdomen. The twin brown studs lay rigid against the cooling skin. Why in the galaxy was he seeing all this… in his brother?
One of the hands lifted, pretty languidly, but Thran faltered, nonetheless, flustered to have been found staring. "'nii-chan?"
Of course he took it. Smiled even, genuinely this time. He also only 'ooffed' when those expert goalkeeper hands pulled on him, turning him with a twist of the hip, and suddenly he was laying on Ahito's bed, on his back, with his brother climbing onto him sleepily, nuzzling his way down his jaw to then rest in the hollow of his neck.
It was normal, for them at least. They might have been sixteen already, true, but they had always been together. Thran once read that twins were supposed to be separated in their early years so as not to form too deep attachments with one another, but his family had simply been too preoccupied with Ahito's condition to be able to focus on something like supposed human psychology. They did try to pry them away upon entering school, enlisting them in different classes and encouraging them to cut their hair differently, but they had found a common hobby to spend all their free time together; football. And clung to it for dear life. Which was why they were so good at it to be in an international league. If they won, Thran thought to himself, it was not just a team victory – it was also proof that he and Ahito could handle anything together.
Problem was, that after the fated April Fool's day, laying tangled together with him on a bed just like he was doing in the present brought all sorts of new thoughts and feelings that he wasn't sure his brother felt, too - which was a first. It buzzed through his body like the Flow, only subtler, gentler, more persistent, bringing flashes of hypothetical situations that never happened. Sometimes Thran really hated his above-average mind capacity.
Ahito's hand was ghosting up his side, sleepily, and he let his fingers comb through his twin's longer, still damp locks. They fell down limply all around his face like this, clinging to his fingers as though they didn't want them to slide away…. But he did slide them away, running them over the smooth curve of the cheek instead. They slid effortlessly over the still baby-fine surface, but they caught slightly on his jaw, where Ahito would need to shave the not-yet visible stubble around his trimmed goatee. And running a thumb through it, Thran mused lightly how that goatee was their own way of rebellion. If they couldn't cut their hair the same – fine, they'd obey their parents on that one. But nobody would tell them how to shave.
Ahito was dozing off now, fast, his face-lines relaxed. He wasn't asleep yet though – if the caressing hand was anything to go by. There was something amazing about Ahito's hands. They were wider and moved so differently than Thran's own – years of goalkeeping had shaped them differently. They were skilled, attentive, sure in their movements… they slid over his skin like water, thumb molding just right, fingers flowing fluently, palm gliding like a ghost… And it came up his side now, knowingly, maybe even innocently enough, before the thumb flickered over his nipple.
It didn't feel sudden or unexpected. It felt like a string played at the beginning of a song. But just what the melody was, Thran wasn't sure. So he flicked his thumb over the other's bottom lip instead, parting it away from its upper counterpart gently.
At this point, the hand had already moved on over his bicep, but it halted awkwardly, moving back down and flickering over his nipple again, no less ghostly. This time, it felt a lot more deliberate. It also sent a great deal more adrenalin through the older twin. But he refused to be played for the awe of it, if that was what Ahito was trying to pull. They normally didn't pull jokes on each-other, but this was no normal situation they were in. And Thran was not one to be played, not with his mind working at lightning speed. He let his thumb run over the other's lip more persistently, fluently sliding in when it parted.
Where Ahito's fingers were deft and instinctively efficient, Thran's were slender and quick. And pretty sensitive. Combined with the hand stroking his chest and the flick of a tongue ghosting over the bud of his thumb, now captured behind those sweet perky lips, the feeling was absolutely mind-numbing. It coursed his body like a lightning bolt. A second lick, a second flick of a thumb against his chest, circling across the aureole now, subtly, and he felt himself heating up like a kettle. The third lick was not a lick, but a suck. And his nipple was pinched now. Oh dear Flux Lord.
"Ahito," he breathed, the voice of reason not allowing him to keep quiet because the bolding out in his lower regions knew where this was going if he didn't say something. "Ahito…?"
Ebony eyes flickered open, sleepily, yes, but also inquiringly. He wanted to slip his thumb away now, all too flushed about shoving it in in the first place, but teeth closed over it, lightly enough not to bruise, yet firmly enough to dismiss all the thoughts of pulling it out.
"Uh…" It was distracting, talking like this. The hand upon his chest had stilled, but it still lay sprawled, warmly, ready to continue its quest. Yes, Thran felt himself flushing. "Uh, maybe we should… talk a bit?" he found himself asking meekly. Not because he was afraid of Ahito, he never could be afraid of him, but because talking was the last thing he wanted to do now, especially considered the added tent that his boxers were now decorated with. But hormones aside, it was confusing. And Thran didn't like confusing. He liked things clear and sorted.
Ahito let go of his thumb sleepily, with a loud 'plop', and perched himself up on an elbow. This was as attentive as he could get in that moment, and he voiced it gently. "Okay," he assented, but his mild smile never curved his lips. Probably because he had a good idea of what his brother wanted to talk about and, despite the sleepiness, he was now feeling tense.
Thran didn't let him lift off all the way, keeping the arm of the hand that had just been released around the other's shoulder. Yes, this would be unpleasant. Yes, they could end up arguing or hurting each-other, things that had never happened to the two of them before. But such were the turning points. This would be where they learned just how deep they cared for each-other, Thran was sure.
"I…" he started, faltered, then met his brother's eye, letting go a surprised sigh at all the tension there. "Don't look so stiff, Ahito, I just want to tell you something," he smiled, squeezing his shoulder soothingly. It did seem to work because the other twitched a smile, too, and laid a little less stiffly against him. Not that it made Thran feel any less embarrassed about what he was about to say.
"I'm not completely sure how to express this," Thran frowned at himself, looking to his brother's bicep instead of his face. It was a nice bicep indeed. All taut and tense… just like when they had pretended to… no. He wasn't thinking that. He was not supposed to think of that. But he had to, if he wanted to talk about it. And Ahito was giving him all the time he needed to get his wording together. It was why he loved him. Maybe even too much than what was healthily permitted.
"Thing is," he swallowed, still not daring to look at his brother, "that lately I've been having these..." he faltered, looking for a word. He found it, stripping himself of the denial. It was useless now anyway. "These thoughts," he confessed, feeling small. "Thoughts of you. And me," once he had that out, the words seem to flow. His need to elaborate combined with the fear of not putting it clear enough for his brother to comprehend fully and he couldn't stop.
"I don't want you to think I ever thought of it on purpose or willingly, and I did try to block it out because I know it's not healthy or very reasonable in the least, but I've never been too skilled on blocking my mind out and not think about things and this is completely new and slightly overwhelming, as well as embarrassing now because whenever I'm with you it's suddenly not just hugging or sleeping but a whole other plethora of embarrassing feelings that make me see really sexy things on you and it's numbing my brain off and I can't control it because it's unnerving me and it's not right and I'm sorry," he finished lamely, catching his breath. He felt miserable and exposed and marginally afraid of what Ahito would say about it.
Deep down he knew his brother would never condemn him for something like this. They were too close for anything truly being able to cast them apart, except maybe death. But that didn't mean Ahito wouldn't grow more conscious about physical contact with him. It was like loosing a great chunk of affection, not being able to rely in the feeling of having his brother near and within an arm's reach if he wanted to. Hell, it would break his heart…
He felt Ahito grow silent, thoughtful for a moment, before he pulled up to sit on his heels on the bed, one knee still between Thran's. The older was still refusing to look at him, laying limply on the bed and looking ready to curl on himself and die from shame or worry, whichever got the job done first. He reached out to stroke the other's knee, soothingly, thoughtfully.
"I think," he began, a slight frown on his now awake features, "that we haven't considered this before the prank video," he admitted, yearning for his brother to look at him and not feel so nervous, because it was breaking him inside to see him like this.
"No shit," Thran supplied, humorless. He still wasn't looking at him.
"But we've had all the time to do that now, and we can't really take it back anyway," the older continued, squeezing the other's knee. He wanted him to look. Look. It all felt a thousand times more settling when he did.
Thran lifted his eyes to him then, careful, but vulnerable underneath. "We?" he asked, tentatively.
Nodding, Ahito sighed. Letting go of the other's knee, he then clambered back over him, deliberately, just like he had for the video, watching apprehensively when a dark blush spread over Thran's cheeks. "When I climb over you… like this," he breathed, not meaning to sound suggestive, but saying a fact, "my brain has a mental melt-down."
And it seems Thran's had one, too. His hands lifted to accommodate the body hovering over him, guiding it to press down. "I don't think I'm supposed to be considering what I'm considering doing right now," he admitted, a little guiltily, but his hands never moved away. It had been two weeks of wringing his mind insane over it, of fighting it, of loosing to it, every waking hour of the day, but especially at night. In his dreams, the video played and replayed in haunting loops.
Ahito shifted his weight, a light, smooth move, and suddenly the world stood devoid of sound and reason. A million thoughts exploded in Thran's head all at once. Their hips collided, and not only was he momentarily numbed out of worrying Ahito would feel just how excited he was (but maybe he had already seen it, crouching over him before?) now he was also swimming with apprehension that Ahito was, indeed, just as hard. It was mutual, he thought with soothing elation. It was insane. It was wonderful. It was a wish come true that he had wanted so badly without even knowing it.
They kissed. It felt like gravity going haywire and pulling in a planet and its moon. Contact.
He kept nibbling at Ahito's lips, slowly, deliberately. How many people had said their first kiss was wonderful, but nervous and clumsy? Well he wasn't the least bit nervous. This was Ahito kissing him, the only person he'd spent every living day with his entire life. And if they nibbled slowly, exploring, they got the hang of it soon enough.
From the slow dance of the lips there was a fracture of a step to take before their tongues touched, hidden. Maybe Ahito had been the one to part his twin's lips gently with a prying tongue, but Thran had been the one to oblige and plunge back in return with a small moan of appreciation. And from there it went on and on, seemingly endlessly.
Their initial urgency dissolved slowly, with each kiss. But how many were there? To Than it all seemed one wonderfully long kiss, and breathing through his nose allowed them to never part. It was alien, exploring the cavity of his brother's mouth like this… it was one of the few parts of Ahito that he didn't know yet, but that was changing, too, now. Instead, he felt himself being opened and explored in return, gently. He was only dimly aware of Ahito moving slightly now and again, to get more comftable, to snuggle against him, to play with his short hair…
All the while, Thran felt him soften against his thigh, even though his kisses weren't ceasing. And he himself was softening as well. It was a matter of comforting each-other now, especially because it was all so new and so big and neither really felt sure if they had completely processed it yet. They lay side by side, arms draped around each-other languidly, and lips still nibbling lazily. They could have gone on for hours, and probably would have if the knock on the door didn't startle them.
Dazedly pulling themselves together as much as they could, they sat up. Thran wanted to get up from his brother's bed, too, but his knees were too soft for anything of the sort. So he just tried to look as casual as he could, when Rocket opened the sliding doors.
"Dinner's ready," he told them before his smile faded slightly to be replaced with a frown. "Why are you guys not dressed yet?" His jade eyes were also asking why were they both on Ahito's rumpled bed now and why did they look slightly out of it. The flashes from the video that had happened in that exact same bed were haunting him still.
Thran's quick mind was first to react. "We started talking and forgot about the time," he assured. Damn, he was getting good at lying, he noted with an inner frown, he might need to do it often if he and Ahito were to… repeat the 'talking' session they had just had.
Rocket nodded, smile back in place. "Well, do get dressed and come into the dining room, we'll be waiting," he instructed before leaving.
The sliding doors clicked back into place with a slight hiss behind him, and neither of the twins moved at first. Tentatively, Thran lifted his ebony eyes to Ahito's, blushing upon realizing they had been looking at him deliberately and steadily. "I think…" Ahito started, thoughtfully drifting off, before his cheeks colored, too. "I think I love you."
Heart skipping a beat, Than straightened. He could feel a wide smile tugging at his lips that he had no means to tame down. "Yeah," he agreed, swallowing down the irrational flock of butterflies that suddenly sprung to life inside his stomach, "I think I love you, too."
They pulled fresh shirts on, warm socks and smacked each-other around with their jackets before racing each-other to the dining room, Thran winning and Ahito whiningly putting blame on his sleepiness. Joining the others and chatting away, nothing felt like it had truly changed.
Not even when their fingers tangled under the table.
- End #2 -
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